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ck to work as one of the bartenders. I'm glad to hear the news of re-openin

e gives me a second look after glancing back to our ID on his hand. I may look y

in amazement to see the virtual music playing on the 3D walls. Laser lights flash patterns to the da

the chart. People yell in excitement, hands rais

mell of sweat, perfumes, and booze don't stop me from sway

the music thumping through the speakers. The beat of th

am sweaty and slick. My breathing catches

ing that I can't m

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ne another. We get ourselves out of the dance floor, eve

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, yelling back, "I

g to the empty table at the left c

oan inwardly as I see the line of women waiting outside th

strong hand grabs me on my arm. I yelp

wn at me. His fake blond hair is

doing in here, Cam?"

he nightclubs, Kill?"

, though he knows already the answer. His pierc

me. I don't want an hour of his lecture on why I

ill allow me

oo loud and crowded for you, "

time I checked my auditory n

w. Seconds later he sighs in de

o anything. We're already here, a

ound a

t the long line of women.

up

yland is a perfect cousin though he's

his pocket as we stop in front of the door with

done and lock the door after you, okay?" He inspects me from head

night. I'll think about what to answer later, or

s is a hundred times cleaner than the public restr

ing a look at myself in the mirror. I re-coat my lips with the red lipstick

me with a sigh of sati

of a woman makes m

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od, f

roughness grunts. His single word gives me shi

a dark wooden door is just

the woman yells in betwe

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am I

oing. I blink repeatedly and pretend as if I am not hearing them. I shake the thought out of my

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coming!" the woman scream

ping con

m! Why are you sti

with a slow drawl. A voice

h me? I shake my

the man command

she corrects him,

with anger. What an asshole?

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the door thuds again—it rattles

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